A Female Alpha’s Revenge novel Chapter 683

Chapter 683

Third Person’s POV

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Through the delivery room door, the doctor’s scent and voice, though slightly husky, were forced into stability, “No massive hemorrhage. Everyone relax–Luna Gloria is stable for

now.”

That sentence landed on everyone’s ears, and squarely on Ulrik and Cynthia’s chests. It meant Gloria had, by the narrowest margin, clung to life during this crisis.

Cynthia’s legs wouldn’t stop shaking. Her fingers were pressed hard enough to leave claw marks. After a long moment, she used the corridor wall to steady herself and pushed open the delivery room door.

Ulrik tried to follow, desperate to build a small protective circle of his scent around her, but Barbara blocked him.

She stood firmly in the doorway, eyes lowered, her soft tone unyielding. “Luna Gloria’s scent is very fragile right now. Your Alpha aura will only make her more stressed. You cannot go inside.”

“But I need to see her. How is she?” Ulrik was pushed back, his knuckles gripping the door frame, a low, urgent growl vibrating deep in his throat as he pleaded with Barbara.

“Luna Gloria will be fine, but she’s completely drained. Her wolf is severely overspent,” Barbara replied quietly. “She needs deep rest right now.”

Ulrik didn’t dare ask about the child. Barbara kept saying only “Luna Gloria is fine,” never “mother and baby are well.”

As an Alpha, he knew exactly what that meant. He had already guessed the result, and his chest felt like a hollow void.

A cold rage flared from deep inside him, his wolf nearly tearing through his skin.

This was the first time he had ever felt such complete, raw fury toward his own mother, Rosemary.

Tamara had killed herself. How much longer would Rosemary drag the entire pack and every she–wolf down to hell before she stopped?

Soon after, the delivery room was cleaned.

Barbara walked out, carrying a bundle wrapped in a blanket. The tiny body had almost no

scent.

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She paused at the doorway, finally sighing, and said to Ulrik, “The child was born with no vital signs. The heartbeat never activated… Do you want to take a look?”

Ulrik reached out a trembling hand. The wolf claws beneath his fingertips were too sharp to safely grip the thin cloth.

He gently pulled back the blanket. Seeing the frail, lifeless baby boy, the Alpha wolf under his shoulder blades let out a faint, devastating wail. Overcome with grief, he staggered back a step and choked out, “Take him and make the arrangements. Don’t let Gloria see him.”

This was his first child, the first true cub between him and Gloria.

Sadly, he would never have the chance to run under the moonlight.

“Luna Gloria probably shouldn’t see him,” Barbara agreed softly, her eyes red–rimmed. Tears finally slipped down her face–such a tiny wolf cub, gone before even letting out a single cry. It was a tragedy.

Cynthia walked into the delivery room, the scent of antiseptic and blood still heavy in the air.

She stood by the bed, looking at her daughter with a complex expression.

The doctor had said that if Gloria hadn’t had a previous miscarriage that damaged her body, this delivery might not have been so perilous.

But seeing her daughter so utterly weak–her lips colorless, her eyelashes wet, her scent barely perceptible–Cynthia couldn’t bring herself to lecture her.

The impulse in her throat to snap, “You should never have-” was choked down. She only let out a deep sigh and gently stroked Gloria’s hair. “You need to rest. You’ll have other baby.”

Gloria’s voice was faint, barely audible, as if drifting back from a great distance.

The ordeal had exhausted her completely; even her wolf was curled up in a traumatized ball.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, she spoke with bleak finality, “I’m not having any more. I won’t… I won’t ever have another baby.”

Cynthia stayed in the room for a moment, the faint scent of her daughter’s weakness lingering on her fingertips.

She turned to Christine. “With no Luna to manage the pack, and Rosemary still sick and so volatile, Gloria is physically and mentally shattered after this difficult labor. She needs delicate care. I need you to stay here and help manage things for a few days.”

Ultimately, she couldn’t bear the thought of her daughter being mistreated in this pack.

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